I had the impulse to get a pink ribbon tattoo last year...I also had the thought that I didn't want anyone to assume I'd gotten one because I was either in treatment or a survivor, so if I did get one, I'd have to cough up something a little different. Something that was clear about intent, but hinted at why I had it.
Once I knew what I wanted, I sketched it out and set it aside.
And then...I waited.
I didn't wait because I was unsure about it; I knew for sure it was the tattoo I would want. I didn't wait because I was still concerned about how it would be taken. I didn't wait for any of the usual reasons one waits to get a tattoo.
I waited until I felt like I'd earned it.
One 3 Day Walk didn't make me feel like I'd earned it. I almost got it after the walk in San Francisco, but I wasn't quite there yet. After Atlanta, though...
After walking with a broken toe and then tearing a ligament in one foot and still walking...I felt like I'd earned it.
It means a lot to me...and it's something I want to keep on earning. Next year I'm crewing in San Francisco and walking in San Diego for sure, and I'm seriously toying with walking in another city.
Santa better bring me some new feet this year...